Murong Jun sneered coldly, his demeanor dismissive as if he couldn't believe Mo Liancheng would dare to kill him, and he scornfully said, "Missing the Clan Leader and you come to us, Murong Family, to ask? Isn't that shameful? If you want to set us up, at least find a clever way."
His shameless mockery angered many people!
Mo Liancheng remained unmoved.
However, the woman beside him had a cold glint in her eyes, and out of thin air, she flicked her little hand twice, "Slap! Slap!" Soon, Murong Jun's face bore two distinct handprints.
She didn't seem to move her body or make any excess movements, but her ability to deliver a slap was extremely skillful!
Does anyone know how to slap someone across the face through the air?
Qu Tan'er said sinisterly, "The mouths of those from the Murong Family really stink."
"Mhm, Tan'er, don't get too close to him," Mo Liancheng ordered indifferently, "lest you get contaminated."
